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dr_jasley prompted me with these lyrics: "The future is uncertain, and the end is always near". And this came out of it. Mostly, it's from the first part of the lyrics, but whatever.
This fic DOES feature Always-a-Girl!Tom Conrad, Always-A-Girl!Sean Van Vleet, and brief mentions of Always-A-Girl!Ryan Luciani.
'Cause, mmmm.
Title: You Gotta Thrill My Soul
Pairing: AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet (Implied future AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet/AAG!Ryan Luciani)
Rating: NC-17, so, so, so NC-17.
Word Count: 2,246 (!!!)
::Disclaimer: I OWN ZERO, NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. The title is from the same song as the prompt, Roadhouse Blues by The Doors.
Author's Note: If you or anyone you know is in this fic, please, please, please, please for the love of God and everything else: BACK BUTTON. (Seriously, I mean it.)
Summary: "Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass.
"Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch. The edge of it cradles her neck as Tom looks over. There's a strange familiarity about Sean, Tom thinks, the way that she smiles secretly, the way they share glances. Tom can't ever figure it out, looking at her and getting wrapped up in music together.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass. Her thumbnail's the only nail that ever survives playing guitar, graceful and out of place with her other nails that vary from ragged to blunt. Tom wonders, vaguely, what they look like on the ugly couch; two women with shitty beer and one of them in a cow suit.
"Liar," Sean says, laughing throatily as she turns on the couch to shove her feet under Tom's thigh. Her toes are freezing, even through the denim of Tom's jeans and Tom lets a hand fall to one of Sean's ankles, lightly touching.
"No, fuck you, I do," Tom says, swirling her beer around before taking a long swallow. She feels Sean's toes wiggle under her thigh and when she looks over at her, she can tell that Sean's waiting on the punchline.
"It's not all the time. Just, sometimes when I'm thinking, I see shit that hasn't happened yet," Tom says, watching Sean shift on the couch as she downs her beer before tucking into Tom's side. She's warm, warmer than Tom would have expected, and Tom swallows reflexively as Sean grins at her, lazy close.
"Tell me the future then," Sean says as she winds her arms around Tom. She's not wearing a bra, Tom notices idly and it should be something that she shouldn't think about, but Tom was never really all that great at listening to herself.
"It's not like that," Tom says.
"Don't care. Tell me the future."
"Happy. It's. It's gonna be happy," Tom says, grasping for straws, trying to not spill her beer and not spill Sean onto the floor. Their place is mostly empty and Tom sees Ryan herding the last of her own friends out of the place, following behind them with a tip of her head to Tom. Tom loves the girls, she does, and when she notices the apartment's gone quiet, she finds herself looking at Sean.
"Happy, huh?"
"I. Yeah," Tom says, draining her beer for lack of anything else to do. Sean laughs into her hair, leaning on Tom more as Tom sighs and slowly relaxes back into the couch. She should be used to Sean by now, she should know how Sean gets.
Sean's hand combs through her hair once, pausing for a moment before doing it again and Tom thinks back to the flash she'd had earlier in the week. She remembers soft lips and softer hair between her fingers. Sean sighs softly, draping one of her legs over both of Tom's casually.
"I could have told you that one, TomRad," Sean says lowly, leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Sean doesn't hurry the kiss, letting Tom sigh slowly before Sean slides into her lap easily, like she'd been planning it the entire time. The udders of the cow-suit press against Tom's stomach and she laughs, unable to help it.
"Shut up," Sean says affably against her lips and when Tom slides her hands around to Sean's back, she sighs. Sean licks into her mouth, kissing her harder and Tom makes a noise, kissing back and tangling their tongues together as Sean's breasts press against Tom's.
"Make me."
"Trying to, but you won't shut the fuck up," Sean says, pulling back completely as Tom laughs. She feels swimmy from the beer, swimmy from kissing Sean, and she has that feeling, in the depths of her chest that this is supposed to happen differently. She gets flashes of how it's supposed to happen when Sean kisses her again.
She can see the van, she can see that it's late at night and Sean kissing her is even more expected and natural than this, but when Sean tugs on her lower lip, Tom can't help but forget what's supposed to happen.
It happens again though, a flash of what should happen and Tom pulls back, breathing hard and feeling hopeless. Sean looks at her, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed and she's gorgeous; she's always gorgeous, though.
"What?"
"It doesn't happen like this," Tom says, aware that she's got her hands still pressed against Sean's back, aware that Sean's staring at her.
"How does it happen then?" Sean asks, voice soft and in the apartment with too many beers, Tom wants to believe that Sean believes her.
"In the van," Tom says, leaning her forehead against Sean's and it's comforting, holding Sean to her, resting against her. Sean hums quietly, pressing their lips together gently and the feeling in Tom's chest grows, like a buzzing, like an amp that's been left on to hum in the background. Tom pulls back, opening her eyes and pulling back as Sean looks at her, screwing her face up into a grimace.
"Tell you what," Sean says lowly, like it's a secret; like there's still people in the apartment with them. "You tell me when it's right."
"I can do that."
Two weeks later and they're coming back from a show when Sean leans over and presses her lips to Tom's. They're at a stoplight and Tom breathes in sharply, kissing back. She wants it to be right, badly enough that she's almost willing to ignore the sharp buzz in her chest and it's like earlier, knowing that Ryan was going to drop her snare if Tom didn't say something.
The light turns green behind Tom's eyelids and Sean pulls back, laughing softly as she nudges Tom.
"Go."
"It's not. I want to," Tom says after a minute, glancing over at Sean a few times, watching her face in the brief flash of the streetlamps. Sean laughs, almost to herself, as she reaches over and squeezes Tom's thigh, sending a streak of want through Tom.
"I told you, just tell me when it's right," Sean says simply.
Another week later and Tom's in the back, trying to sleep with Al driving (which is a feat in and of itself) when Sean clambers over the seat to tuck herself against Tom's side. Up in the front, Max laughs at something Al says as Ryan sits sideways on the seat directly behind them. Something in Tom's stomach uncurls and she pulls Sean to her, kissing her hard and feeling every nerve snap to attention. Sean doesn't make any noise, except to breathe in hard through her nose, kissing back.
Kissing Sean this time is like everything is going right; like this is more than perfect, this is how it should have always been.
Sean climbs into her lap, kissing harder and grinding down and Tom knows that Ryan can probably see them, can probably hear them, but she doesn't care. Her stomach jumps as Sean wiggles around, pushing her hands under Tom's shirt without preamble, hands cupping her breasts and Tom shivers hard.
Her thumbs rub over Tom's nipples and Tom can't help the soft gasp, leaning in to kiss Sean hard, biting at her lips until Sean's hips are rocking against Tom's. Tom reaches, working her hands into Sean's pants, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, and it's heady, everything singing in her veins as she listens to everything.
When Sean's belt hits hers, Tom hears movement in front of them. Pulling back, she looks around Sean to see Al turning the radio up before resuming his conversation with Max. In the dark, she can barely see Ryan's eyes on them and Tom knows that she should stop Sean, that she should do something other than work her hands around to the front of Sean's jeans.
"She watching?" Sean asks in her ear, low and just for Tom, sending a shudder across Tom's body. Tom works the button and zipper open, watching Sean's face and Tom can't see the look in her eyes and she wishes she could.
"Yeah," Tom says softly, leaning up to kiss Sean again, pushing her hand into Sean's pants, fingers combing through coarse curls before she finds Sean's clit, rubbing it slowly. The angle's bad for her hand, she can feel the cramp starting and even though she could adjust them, Tom stays where she's at; body humming, she kisses Sean easily, feeling her hips shift.
Sean pulls back and leans down to Tom's ear, raising up on her knees so that Tom has a better leverage. Tom can't help it, she pushes Sean's pants down enough, listening to Sean's breathy laugh right in her ear, sending a hot wave of want through Tom. She's so caught up in touching her, feeling her fingers slide easily into Sean, thumb on her clit that she almost misses Sean whispering, "Do you like her watching?"
Tom breathes in hard, feeling her cunt throb as she rubs Sean's clit faster, thrusting her fingers hard. She can feel Sean shivering and can hear it in the whispers; if Tom concentrates hard enough, she can hear the slick sounds of her fingers working in and out of Sean's pussy.
"You do, don't you?" Sean says, voice hitching and stuttering on the last word, her lips grazing Tom's earlobe as Tom pushes a third finger into her. Sean bites Tom's ear lightly, a dull pressure that has Tom exhaling shakily. There are flashes of everything in her mind, and she doesn't stop them, the soft images, like they're out of focus. Tom doesn't know what triggers the flashes of what's going to happen, but when she can pick out the firm line of Ryan's shoulders mixed in and out of images of Sean's hips, she doesn't think she's too concerned. She can feel Ryan's eyes on them now, though, watching intently and it leaves her wanting to be out of the van with the two of them.
Tom doesn't say anything in response to Sean, concentrating on getting her off, listening to the way her breathing changes and feeling the cramp that's starting in her hand and arm. It'll be sore tomorrow, but when Sean gasps hard, cunt clenching down on Tom's fingers, Tom doesn't care. Tom likes hearing Sean come, likes the way that she breathes through it, shaky and harsh, like she's desperately trying not to make noise.
It's hotter than it has any right to be as Tom eases her fingers out of Sean, feeling the way the skin on her fingertips has gone pruny. Sean pulls away from Tom's ear, kissing her hard, and Tom can't help arching into it, wanting Sean to touch her, to do something about the frantic way every nerve on her body has sparked into life.
Sean pulls back, breathing hard, and Tom can see the slick shine of her lips in the flashes of light from the street.
"Slide down some," Sean whispers, zipping her pants up quickly, not bothering with the button. Tom does what she says, watching her and feeling like there's a current all along her body as Sean barely unbuttons Tom's jeans.
She doesn't waste time; pushing her hand into Tom's jeans and rubbing her clit furiously. Tom fights against the groan that's stuck in her chest, settled there right alongside the flashes of what will happen at some point down the road. Tom bites her lip, looking up and watching Sean.
Tom's orgasm builds higher and faster, rushing through her like a wave of heat before Sean leans down, kissing her. It's awkward and Tom has to brace her foot against the panel on the side of the van so she doesn't slide down, but when she comes with Sean's lips against hers, it's the best kiss of her life.
Breathing hard, Tom pulls back, tilting her head back to get some air as Sean eases her hand out of Tom's jeans, grinning. They sit in the back like that for a few moments, a low-level buzz still on the surface of Tom's skin, pleasant and comfortable as she shifts back up, kissing Sean languidly.
The radio's blasting up front and when Tom looks up to where the other three are, she sees Max with his head propped up on Al's shoulder, Max sleeping lightly as his head bobs from the movement of the road. They come to a stoplight, and it's just like the other night, only this time, the buzz is welcome, and she's got Sean beside of her with Ryan's eyes focused on the two of them from the seat ahead.
Tom knows when Sean sees it, feels the way Sean presses closer to Tom and sees Ryan's eyes crinkle with a grin. Another flash of knowing, and she can see that same grin back at the apartment, laughing as she kisses Sean. Another flash and Tom can see herself in the mirror, watching Sean go down on Ryan.
Tom smiles to herself and then up to Ryan before Sean laughs to herself. It's all a matter of the right time.
dr_jasley prompted me with these lyrics: "The future is uncertain, and the end is always near". And this came out of it. Mostly, it's from the first part of the lyrics, but whatever.This fic DOES feature Always-a-Girl!Tom Conrad, Always-A-Girl!Sean Van Vleet, and brief mentions of Always-A-Girl!Ryan Luciani.
'Cause, mmmm.
Title: You Gotta Thrill My Soul
Pairing: AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet (Implied future AAG!Tom Conrad/AAG!Sean Van Vleet/AAG!Ryan Luciani)
Rating: NC-17, so, so, so NC-17.
Word Count: 2,246 (!!!)
::Disclaimer: I OWN ZERO, NADA, ZIP, NOTHING. I SWEAR TO GOD. The title is from the same song as the prompt, Roadhouse Blues by The Doors.
Author's Note: If you or anyone you know is in this fic, please, please, please, please for the love of God and everything else: BACK BUTTON. (Seriously, I mean it.)
Summary: "Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass.
"Tell me something interesting," Sean says, tilting her head toward her on the back of the couch. The edge of it cradles her neck as Tom looks over. There's a strange familiarity about Sean, Tom thinks, the way that she smiles secretly, the way they share glances. Tom can't ever figure it out, looking at her and getting wrapped up in music together.
"I know the future," Tom says after a minute, peeling back the label on her beer, working her thumbnail between the paper and glass. Her thumbnail's the only nail that ever survives playing guitar, graceful and out of place with her other nails that vary from ragged to blunt. Tom wonders, vaguely, what they look like on the ugly couch; two women with shitty beer and one of them in a cow suit.
"Liar," Sean says, laughing throatily as she turns on the couch to shove her feet under Tom's thigh. Her toes are freezing, even through the denim of Tom's jeans and Tom lets a hand fall to one of Sean's ankles, lightly touching.
"No, fuck you, I do," Tom says, swirling her beer around before taking a long swallow. She feels Sean's toes wiggle under her thigh and when she looks over at her, she can tell that Sean's waiting on the punchline.
"It's not all the time. Just, sometimes when I'm thinking, I see shit that hasn't happened yet," Tom says, watching Sean shift on the couch as she downs her beer before tucking into Tom's side. She's warm, warmer than Tom would have expected, and Tom swallows reflexively as Sean grins at her, lazy close.
"Tell me the future then," Sean says as she winds her arms around Tom. She's not wearing a bra, Tom notices idly and it should be something that she shouldn't think about, but Tom was never really all that great at listening to herself.
"It's not like that," Tom says.
"Don't care. Tell me the future."
"Happy. It's. It's gonna be happy," Tom says, grasping for straws, trying to not spill her beer and not spill Sean onto the floor. Their place is mostly empty and Tom sees Ryan herding the last of her own friends out of the place, following behind them with a tip of her head to Tom. Tom loves the girls, she does, and when she notices the apartment's gone quiet, she finds herself looking at Sean.
"Happy, huh?"
"I. Yeah," Tom says, draining her beer for lack of anything else to do. Sean laughs into her hair, leaning on Tom more as Tom sighs and slowly relaxes back into the couch. She should be used to Sean by now, she should know how Sean gets.
Sean's hand combs through her hair once, pausing for a moment before doing it again and Tom thinks back to the flash she'd had earlier in the week. She remembers soft lips and softer hair between her fingers. Sean sighs softly, draping one of her legs over both of Tom's casually.
"I could have told you that one, TomRad," Sean says lowly, leaning forward and pressing their lips together. Sean doesn't hurry the kiss, letting Tom sigh slowly before Sean slides into her lap easily, like she'd been planning it the entire time. The udders of the cow-suit press against Tom's stomach and she laughs, unable to help it.
"Shut up," Sean says affably against her lips and when Tom slides her hands around to Sean's back, she sighs. Sean licks into her mouth, kissing her harder and Tom makes a noise, kissing back and tangling their tongues together as Sean's breasts press against Tom's.
"Make me."
"Trying to, but you won't shut the fuck up," Sean says, pulling back completely as Tom laughs. She feels swimmy from the beer, swimmy from kissing Sean, and she has that feeling, in the depths of her chest that this is supposed to happen differently. She gets flashes of how it's supposed to happen when Sean kisses her again.
She can see the van, she can see that it's late at night and Sean kissing her is even more expected and natural than this, but when Sean tugs on her lower lip, Tom can't help but forget what's supposed to happen.
It happens again though, a flash of what should happen and Tom pulls back, breathing hard and feeling hopeless. Sean looks at her, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed and she's gorgeous; she's always gorgeous, though.
"What?"
"It doesn't happen like this," Tom says, aware that she's got her hands still pressed against Sean's back, aware that Sean's staring at her.
"How does it happen then?" Sean asks, voice soft and in the apartment with too many beers, Tom wants to believe that Sean believes her.
"In the van," Tom says, leaning her forehead against Sean's and it's comforting, holding Sean to her, resting against her. Sean hums quietly, pressing their lips together gently and the feeling in Tom's chest grows, like a buzzing, like an amp that's been left on to hum in the background. Tom pulls back, opening her eyes and pulling back as Sean looks at her, screwing her face up into a grimace.
"Tell you what," Sean says lowly, like it's a secret; like there's still people in the apartment with them. "You tell me when it's right."
"I can do that."
Two weeks later and they're coming back from a show when Sean leans over and presses her lips to Tom's. They're at a stoplight and Tom breathes in sharply, kissing back. She wants it to be right, badly enough that she's almost willing to ignore the sharp buzz in her chest and it's like earlier, knowing that Ryan was going to drop her snare if Tom didn't say something.
The light turns green behind Tom's eyelids and Sean pulls back, laughing softly as she nudges Tom.
"Go."
"It's not. I want to," Tom says after a minute, glancing over at Sean a few times, watching her face in the brief flash of the streetlamps. Sean laughs, almost to herself, as she reaches over and squeezes Tom's thigh, sending a streak of want through Tom.
"I told you, just tell me when it's right," Sean says simply.
Another week later and Tom's in the back, trying to sleep with Al driving (which is a feat in and of itself) when Sean clambers over the seat to tuck herself against Tom's side. Up in the front, Max laughs at something Al says as Ryan sits sideways on the seat directly behind them. Something in Tom's stomach uncurls and she pulls Sean to her, kissing her hard and feeling every nerve snap to attention. Sean doesn't make any noise, except to breathe in hard through her nose, kissing back.
Kissing Sean this time is like everything is going right; like this is more than perfect, this is how it should have always been.
Sean climbs into her lap, kissing harder and grinding down and Tom knows that Ryan can probably see them, can probably hear them, but she doesn't care. Her stomach jumps as Sean wiggles around, pushing her hands under Tom's shirt without preamble, hands cupping her breasts and Tom shivers hard.
Her thumbs rub over Tom's nipples and Tom can't help the soft gasp, leaning in to kiss Sean hard, biting at her lips until Sean's hips are rocking against Tom's. Tom reaches, working her hands into Sean's pants, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, and it's heady, everything singing in her veins as she listens to everything.
When Sean's belt hits hers, Tom hears movement in front of them. Pulling back, she looks around Sean to see Al turning the radio up before resuming his conversation with Max. In the dark, she can barely see Ryan's eyes on them and Tom knows that she should stop Sean, that she should do something other than work her hands around to the front of Sean's jeans.
"She watching?" Sean asks in her ear, low and just for Tom, sending a shudder across Tom's body. Tom works the button and zipper open, watching Sean's face and Tom can't see the look in her eyes and she wishes she could.
"Yeah," Tom says softly, leaning up to kiss Sean again, pushing her hand into Sean's pants, fingers combing through coarse curls before she finds Sean's clit, rubbing it slowly. The angle's bad for her hand, she can feel the cramp starting and even though she could adjust them, Tom stays where she's at; body humming, she kisses Sean easily, feeling her hips shift.
Sean pulls back and leans down to Tom's ear, raising up on her knees so that Tom has a better leverage. Tom can't help it, she pushes Sean's pants down enough, listening to Sean's breathy laugh right in her ear, sending a hot wave of want through Tom. She's so caught up in touching her, feeling her fingers slide easily into Sean, thumb on her clit that she almost misses Sean whispering, "Do you like her watching?"
Tom breathes in hard, feeling her cunt throb as she rubs Sean's clit faster, thrusting her fingers hard. She can feel Sean shivering and can hear it in the whispers; if Tom concentrates hard enough, she can hear the slick sounds of her fingers working in and out of Sean's pussy.
"You do, don't you?" Sean says, voice hitching and stuttering on the last word, her lips grazing Tom's earlobe as Tom pushes a third finger into her. Sean bites Tom's ear lightly, a dull pressure that has Tom exhaling shakily. There are flashes of everything in her mind, and she doesn't stop them, the soft images, like they're out of focus. Tom doesn't know what triggers the flashes of what's going to happen, but when she can pick out the firm line of Ryan's shoulders mixed in and out of images of Sean's hips, she doesn't think she's too concerned. She can feel Ryan's eyes on them now, though, watching intently and it leaves her wanting to be out of the van with the two of them.
Tom doesn't say anything in response to Sean, concentrating on getting her off, listening to the way her breathing changes and feeling the cramp that's starting in her hand and arm. It'll be sore tomorrow, but when Sean gasps hard, cunt clenching down on Tom's fingers, Tom doesn't care. Tom likes hearing Sean come, likes the way that she breathes through it, shaky and harsh, like she's desperately trying not to make noise.
It's hotter than it has any right to be as Tom eases her fingers out of Sean, feeling the way the skin on her fingertips has gone pruny. Sean pulls away from Tom's ear, kissing her hard, and Tom can't help arching into it, wanting Sean to touch her, to do something about the frantic way every nerve on her body has sparked into life.
Sean pulls back, breathing hard, and Tom can see the slick shine of her lips in the flashes of light from the street.
"Slide down some," Sean whispers, zipping her pants up quickly, not bothering with the button. Tom does what she says, watching her and feeling like there's a current all along her body as Sean barely unbuttons Tom's jeans.
She doesn't waste time; pushing her hand into Tom's jeans and rubbing her clit furiously. Tom fights against the groan that's stuck in her chest, settled there right alongside the flashes of what will happen at some point down the road. Tom bites her lip, looking up and watching Sean.
Tom's orgasm builds higher and faster, rushing through her like a wave of heat before Sean leans down, kissing her. It's awkward and Tom has to brace her foot against the panel on the side of the van so she doesn't slide down, but when she comes with Sean's lips against hers, it's the best kiss of her life.
Breathing hard, Tom pulls back, tilting her head back to get some air as Sean eases her hand out of Tom's jeans, grinning. They sit in the back like that for a few moments, a low-level buzz still on the surface of Tom's skin, pleasant and comfortable as she shifts back up, kissing Sean languidly.
The radio's blasting up front and when Tom looks up to where the other three are, she sees Max with his head propped up on Al's shoulder, Max sleeping lightly as his head bobs from the movement of the road. They come to a stoplight, and it's just like the other night, only this time, the buzz is welcome, and she's got Sean beside of her with Ryan's eyes focused on the two of them from the seat ahead.
Tom knows when Sean sees it, feels the way Sean presses closer to Tom and sees Ryan's eyes crinkle with a grin. Another flash of knowing, and she can see that same grin back at the apartment, laughing as she kisses Sean. Another flash and Tom can see herself in the mirror, watching Sean go down on Ryan.
Tom smiles to herself and then up to Ryan before Sean laughs to herself. It's all a matter of the right time.
